Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.